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// Prologue- 
// Story: In These Times... 
// by EternalShadow54 
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In These Times...
By EternalShadow54-

“When the rich wage war, it’s the poor who die...” -Unknown

"What do you suppose happened down here?" the armored pony asked, his friend to the side holding his snout to avoid the stench.

"I'm not sure, but whatever it was... it certainly couldn't have been good..."

"Found one!" a voice cried out from the end of the tunnel. The two quickly galloped to the origin of the call to come upon what looked like a still almost breathing body. Its face was scarred, and his coat was drenched in blood.

"The body is still warm..." one said, looking at the corpse with pity.

"Hmmm? What's this?" the other said, looking beside the body to find a rough leather journal lying to the side. There was a note tied to the back, and it was bloodstained from the crimson blade above it.

"If only he'd waited just a bit longer..." the third sighed, turning to his friend that had just picked something up. "What did you find?"

"It looks to be a journal of the sort..." he said, flipping through the pages. "It's far from done though..."

"We shouldn't keep that... it... doesn't feel right..." the first said. His conscious was never one to do things that just naturally seemed wrong.

"Who said anything about keeping it?" the one with the book argued, turning to the front page. "I think it would be a shame if we didn't read it and see what goes through the minds of our fellow comrades. Wouldn't you agree?"

"Well... yes, but I don't think-" He was quickly silenced by the other as the stallion with the book began to read...